muffuletta

last night was lovely.

muffuletta is one of my favorite dinner spots, and i always forget how charming it is. 'off the beaten path' (from l.), it never fails to inspire an enjoyable evening.

the seating arrangement (that's right) worked out perfectly, and everyone seemed to like the favors of novelty sunglasses, spf lip balm, a stir stick, gum, and a cd entitled 'watermelon seeds suck' containing favorite summer songs of the bf's and mine.

i sat down at the head of the table and promptly ordered a glass of pinot noir. the special catfish. strawberry shortcake.

when i dine out, there are a couple of things i need:
1. a great glass of pinot noir
2. low lighting
3. a meal without cream, cream cheese, ice cream, or sour cream

scott, our waiter, was wonderful about my lactose intolerance, but could not oblige my request to dim the spotlight that was blazing a hole into the back of my head and causing the backs of my legs to stick to my dress without drowning the whole restaurant in darkness. what the? is there something wrong with candlelight?

seeing the bf across the table was nice. the bf can be charming and winsome, and it is in those moments that i delight in our ability to work the crowd as a pair. i love people, i love to talk, i love to laugh, and all came together with ease.

sigh. another lovely evening. this time with friends. ahhh.